The small broken bowl unleashed its power, absorbing all the cultivators on the deck of the ship.
The deck immediately became empty, with only Li Xiaobai and his group left, aside from an old goat who was steering.
"Young Master's valor, Young Master's dominance!"
Uncle Huo was no longer surprised; he had seen the opponent alone overpower more than thirty experts of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, not to mention an entire group of Cui Ming Fish. Dealing with Han Buxia and Han Dezhu was merely a small scene for him, easily resolved by a single bowl.
"Young Master, that old man steering over there looks familiar, seems like the same old goat that brought us here."
Huo Yuhao pointed in the direction of the bow.
"The world is indeed small, it's quite the fate."
Li Xiaobai nodded and walked toward the bow.
"This elder knows nothing, I didn't see anything."